Emperor's Landing

Fu Yuchao is so sad about the cold, how can I still walk by the apricot blossoms?Last year's high picking bucket was light.

The sleeves are purple with smoke from the furnace, and the wine is fainted in the sky.Where in the world can we ask for affection?

——"Huanxi Sand"

That day, the man Di Yanying passed by when he was offering sacrifices to the tomb at Guren Peak was Mo Suyi, a disciple of the Kunlun Taoist priest. The devil's son Di Yanying.Back then, after Wuqing disappeared, the Daozhen world split into two factions. One believed that Wuqing had betrayed the devil, and the other believed that Daoist was an upright person.After the Battle of Guren Peak, Ying Woyi died in the battle, the Devil Emperor was killed, and the theory of rebellion gradually became the mainstream, incompatible with each other, and the trend of accusations and scolding intensified.And the vice-honor who presided over the affairs also expressed his attitude, standing on the theory of rebellion.

In a fit of rage, Mo Suyi left Kunlun Daozhen and wandered around the rivers and lakes. He still did not believe that Master would join the Devil Emperor and endanger the righteous way, so he was incompatible with Daozhen.

The years do not live, the time flows like a stream, live up to the time and sing songs.

Now, fifteen years have passed since his master and senior sister left. He walks alone in the martial arts world, often calling their names softly, as if they were together yesterday.Life kisses him painfully, and he repays it with a song, holds wine and wields a sword, takes tiger steps, and travels all over the world.

I still remember the year before last on the Mid-Autumn Festival, when it started drizzling in the early morning, he carefully selected some fruits and vegetables in the market, prepared a jug of high-quality wine, a stack of paper money, and joss sticks, and went to the cemetery beside Guren Peak to worship Relatives.

Walking on the trail in the mountains, the light rain beat on the clothes, tears flowed, and the rain was mixed.When he came into this world, the first person who was gentle to him was the ruthless master, and the second one was the senior sister who often covered him. The laughter and laughter from childhood always burst into waves of memory, shocking his heart. the shore.The years have passed, and the vague figure is unforgettable. For many years, he has never traveled far, and has always used Guren Peak as his starting point.He made up his mind countless times to leave here, go far away, and never look back, but he always went home obediently, wandering in his heart without any sense of conversion.One person talks to the spirit of nothingness in front of the tomb and pours wine, falls asleep drunk, and looks for the tenderness of the past.It wasn't until dusk that I got up, staggered away from Guren Peak, and walked to the night market at the foot of the mountain.

On the day of the Ghost Festival, the night was different from the past.

The night breeze is cool, and most households lock the courtyard door tightly, turn off the lights early and go to sleep.It is rumored that lonely ghosts will roam the world on the night of the Ghost Festival. In order to avoid ghosts and gods, people rarely go out to wander around late at night.Therefore, the huge market is much more lonely than usual, with only a few people, most of whom are heartbroken or homeless.

There are only a few restaurants with their doors open, and the lights are dim and dim.

Walking in the empty city, Mo Suyi felt even more empty, with nowhere to put it.Xu Shi was drunk during the day and passed out, and was blown by the cool wind, sober at night, without any sleepiness, and his thoughts were wandering.In the distance, there is a dilapidated restaurant in operation.

The banners of that hotel have long been dilapidated, and the thatched hut is used as a shop, and the door is wide open.There is a wine shed outside the house, which can provide a little shelter from the wind and rain, and several tables and chairs are placed under the shed.There was a drinker who was drinking, very drunk, uttering wild words, like a heartbroken man from a foreign land.

The same people from the end of the world, why do they know each other when they meet.

Mo Suyi quietly listened to the drunken voice of the person in the distance, and walked over looking for the sound, sat down on the chair beside the person, and called: "Little Er, serve the wine."

Someone in the room came out after hearing the voice, and said, "Guest officer, we are already closed."

"Then why does this person still drink?" Mo Suyi pointed at the drunk.

Xiao Er sighed, "Hey! This man has been drunk for a long time, but he still refuses to leave. We can't close the door to rest."

Mo Suyi heard that the shop owner is a simple and honest person, so she said, "Xiaoer, help me get some wine, I'll help you persuade this drinker." Then he took out some broken silver and handed it to the restaurant.

When the little girl heard this, she hurried into the house, fetched some wine, and said, "Don't worry about getting drunk, my lord."

The cool air is slightly cold, and a pot of turbid wine is keeping out the cold.

Mo Suyi looked at the drunken man who bowed his head and muttered to himself: he was a tall and powerful man.The man lowered his head, unable to see his face clearly in the darkness.

He only heard intermittent words, "My wife, Rong'er, are you here?" The appearance of the daughter, aftertaste for a long time, she drank a large bowl of wine.

After rambling for a long time, the man suddenly raised his head, "Wine! I want to drink!" He stretched out his hand to ask Mo Suyi for a drink.It was only then that Mo Suyi could carefully see the rough appearance of that person, the person in front of him really had a strange appearance, he looked like a black and majestic hero, with beards on both sides of his cheeks, but he was heroic and extraordinary, with an extraordinary aura.There was a wave of tenderness in those dedicated eyes.

"I have been proud all my life, and I will bear your thousand tears." The man chanted loudly.

"Brother, drinking is bad for your health!" Mo Suyi persuaded him by filling him with a bowl of wine.

"Little brother, only wine can bring me together with my beloved wife. My wife, Rong'er!" The man suddenly burst into tears, his entire face was washed by tears, and dripped into the wine bowl.

Mo Suyi vaguely felt that the man was not really drunk, but he just didn't want to wake up, and didn't want to face the pain of life and death.Today's Hungry Ghost Festival, if you don't get drunk and cry a lot, when will you be able to sing and cry in the future?No one thought about it, and wept secretly several times.Unconsciously, I didn't even have the courage to cry bitterly, but I just watched the man motionless, and indulged in my heart: I never thought that such a big bearded man would have the tenderness to mourn his dead wife, which is admirable and lamentable.

After waiting for a while, the man gradually calmed down, wiped away the tears running down his face with his sleeve, looked peacefully at the white-faced young man in front of him, and said harshly: "Little brother, why are you still wandering around so late?"

Mo Suyi replied lightly: "I don't know where to go!"

The man heard this and asked, "Could it be that some of your relatives have left?"

Mo Suyi nodded upon hearing the words, with Li Shang on her face.

The bearded tycoon didn't say a word, he stretched out his right hand to take out some money from the clothes on his chest, patted it on the wine table, and called out loudly, "Little Er, pay the bill!" "Little brother, let's go together! My name is He Ghost head."

Mo Suyi saw that the man's voice was thick and strong, and he seemed to have extraordinary skills hidden. He regarded him as a hero in the world, so he stood up and bowed respectfully, and reported his family name without any concealment, "My little brother's name is Mo Suyi. Daozhen's master Wuqing Daozun's apprentice, today I have the honor to meet my elder brother."

After He Guitou heard this, he was startled, and quickly poured two large bowls of wine, "As expected of a young man, he turned out to be the beloved disciple of the Daoist. It's a pleasure to meet you." He swept away his sluggish and beautiful state just now.

The two drank the wine in the bowl happily.Mo Suyi asked in amazement, "Elder brother also knows Master Wuqing?"

Qiu-bearded He Guitou laughed and said, "I wanted to go to Kunlun to worship Wuqing Daoist as my teacher, but no one recommended me. Later, I heard that Daoist disappeared, and I was deeply moved."

"I don't know what elder brother thinks of Wuqing Daoist as a person?" Mo Suyi asked tentatively.

"Be the number one hero in the world." He Guitou said.

"To tell you the truth, everyone in Daozhen today considers Daoist Wuqing a traitor to the righteous way, and there is a lot of scolding, that's why I left Kunlun and wandered in the rivers and lakes." Mo Suyi rarely met a confidant in wine, and poured out endlessly.

"That's it. Little brother, don't worry about it! Today's righteous way is mixed with fish and dragons, and it is hard to be successful. You don't need to be slandered by those hypocrites. Back then, the ruthless Daoist ruled Kunlun for a hundred years, and the Daozhen world was flourishing. He is a model of the righteous way. Is there any real action? Not yet. If you think about it carefully, you can know that someone is manipulating the undercurrent." Guitou He made a thorough analysis and spoke surprisingly.

"I didn't expect elder brother to have such profound insights. I'll present a big bowl to elder brother." Mo Suyi drank his drink.

"Little brother has such a huge amount!" Qiubeard He Guitou also drank it all in one gulp.

"I don't know what sect and sect my elder brother studied under?" Mo Suyi asked.

"No talent, I belong to the unknown junior of the Central Plains Sword School, people in the Jianghu are called swordsmen." He Guitou is very humble.

Mo Suyi thought carefully about the sword sect, and there are very few people who can turn a pen into a sword, but he couldn't think of such a person, so he asked: "Younger brother also has a deep understanding of the Central Plains sword sect, why don't you hear about such a famous hero like elder brother?" ?”

"I don't dare to be a hero. It's just that I have been away from the world and haven't returned to the Sword Sect for many years, so few people know about it." He Guitou said modestly.

"I wonder if elder brother knows Ying Woyi, the daughter of the former head of the Sword Sect?" Mo Suyi continued to ask.

"It's my niece. Back then, I made good friends with the head couple and worshiped them as brothers and sisters-in-law. Later, I heard that the head couple died for unknown reasons, leaving only one daughter to be raised by Fei Ranzi. I was away at the time, and I heard that Fei Ranzi succeeded The head, I have always been at odds with him, and never returned to the Sword Sect. He has been wandering ever since." He Guitou recalled all the past, feeling sad again.

"In the battle between evil and evil 13 years ago, Ying Woyi died in Guren Peak. Today I went to pay homage to the spirits of the Taoist priest and senior sister." Mo Suyi felt that this person was very kind, so he confessed everything.

"I've also heard about the earth-shattering war of weeping ghosts and gods. I didn't expect my niece to die because of it. As an elder, I have failed in my duty! If I went back and took you away, I wouldn't be as miserable as I am today." He Guitou beat his chest with his hand, mourning unceasingly.

"Don't do that. Big—" Mo Suyi didn't know what to call the person in front of him.

He Guitou was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, "You are my younger brother who is full of clothes, and also my relative. From now on, we will walk together all the way in the rivers and lakes, and let the elders fulfill their responsibilities."

"Thank you uncle." Mo Suyi couldn't open his mouth.

The man laughed loudly after hearing this, "You still call me big brother, which sounds good to my ears. People in Jianghu don't have to mind."

"Thank you, big brother." Mo Suyi's face turned reddish, she never thought that meeting acquaintances in the desolate Zhongyuan night would be so warm.

"Come on, I'll take you to the hut where I live to rest."

At midnight on Halloween, only two drunks chatted freely in the market.On the night of Zhongyuan that year, the cool wind was not too cold.

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